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one bed, two people

It's cozy, warm and very, very narrow; you're stuck sleeping in a single bed with someone else and have to endure/enjoy the situation until morning. Snuggle-time?

2 person, single-bed bunking

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01) FRIENDS you know the other person well.
02) LOVERS is this really such a bad place to 'sleep' together?
03) ENEMIES try not to stab each other in the night.
04) STRANGERS super awkward or getting along like a house on fire.
05) AUTHORITY higher/lower social status.

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[Potentially awkward night in a hotel room with his teacher y/n/m?]

[hell yes i'm so down for that!!]

[Would you like to start, or shall I?]

[i can! i'll throw something together for us. do you have any prefs you want me to keep in mind??]

[I'm open to whatever!]

[It's impossible to know what the tipping point was in his coach's mind. JoJo and him butt heads every time they make eye contact and while it usually ends after a flurry of punches or words, today it hadn't.

And so today, they're split up.

And today he's sharing a room with Lisa Lisa instead of a bumbling, moronic idiot who takes up far too much space wherever he goes.

It's strange to be in a room this quiet and it's his fault, mostly, because he's worried about shattering the tentative silence in this small room.

He's ramrod straight in the bed, pressed up against the wall and doing his best to act very casual despite the fact he's sharing a bed with his mentor. It's odd. It's different. And he's torn on how to react or what to say.]

Will you truly be comfortable sharing a bed? I can sleep on the floor. It wouldn't be a bother.

[Usually, Lisa Lisa can trust her pupils to sort out their squabbles with a bit of friendly sparring, verbal or otherwise. They were always fighting among themselves when left to their own devices, but a powerful force when united against a common adversary. Like brothers, she imagined, though she'd never had one of her own. She'd seen their potential, and she believed they could do great things together if they could get past their differences. But she could understand why Caesar might be sore about Jojo's presence. He'd lost his father to the Joestar family's enemies, and now he was forced to share his teacher's attention as well. It was no wonder he saw Jojo as a rival.

Lisa did her best not to play favorites, but Jojo hadn't been training as long as Caesar. He needed help to catch up, and she was concerned that Caesar might be feeling a bit neglected as a result. Things had gotten rather heated today, and she'd been afraid that one of them might push the rivalry too far. So here they were. She'd hoped that if they had some time alone together, Caesar might open up about what was bothering him, but unfortunately, it seemed to be having the opposite effect.]

It's fine. Really. You need to be well rested for tomorrow, and I don't want you losing sleep, lying on a hard floor.

[Then again, as rigid as his body was beside her, perhaps this was an even greater punishment.]

[Despite the cutthroat nature of her training regime, moments like this are a reminder that her interest goes beyond their hamon skill. To worry about how well he would sleep on the floor, when he had gone through far worse during the beginning of time here, proves that.

She's one of a kind, that's for sure.

He tries to relax against the soft lining of the sheets underneath him, but it's impossible. The tension in his body pulls his muscles taut-screwing his eyes shut doesn't help. Doesn't relieve the sensation that he should be up or trick his body into thinking he's alone when she's so close. They snap open after a few minutes-his gaze settling on the ceiling above.

He's too wired from his earlier argument and resists the temptation to hamon the wall in the hopes it would somehow shock the asshole next door.

There's a moment of silence before he lets out an irritated exhale.]

Is JoJo making any progress?

He is.

[Perhaps not as much as Jojo might boast he is. Perhaps not as quickly as one might wish, in some areas. But progress none the less.

Lisa Lisa shifts to her side, facing Caesar, and lays a hand--deceptively delicate, yet calloused from training--on his shoulder. Breathing deeply, she sends a gentle ripple through the contact. A subtle vibration meant to relax taut and overworked muscles.]

You've come a long way, yourself.

[The gentle touch is unexpected. The hum of hamon that courses through his body afterwards less of a surprise. It feels like a lesson he hadn't been aware of-one she's trying to guide him into and with every loosening muscle, every soothing way the hamon works into his bones, as if it's trying to heal parts of him.

It works, in a way, and he tilts his head on the fluffy pillow, finally making eye contact with his mentor for the first time this evening. The compliment that falls out of her mouth is genuine. They aren't handed out easily or without purpose. He can count on a single hand the amount of times she's given them.

It makes him wonder what he's done to earn such praise this evening. All he did was bicker with his partner in crime, to the point they had to be split up. Again.

But it works-the odd combination of hamon, kind words, and a few moments away from that constant irritation. His furrowed eyebrows and the anger in his expression seems to lift.]

Grazie, teacher. It's only because of your training that both of us were able to grow.

[JoJo, for the most part, is doing great under her tutelage. The few short weeks he's spent here have honed his skills-the man is already outsmarting and outwitting Caesar on occasion.

It's impressive and infuriating. ]

His natural talent is something to behold. If he had more time, he could become a true master of the art.

[If any of them had more time that is. That ticking bomb in his friend's throat and heart is an ever-present reminder of how pathetically little they have.]

[Lisa Lisa smiles, feeling the "lesson" take effect. She may be the teacher, but she has not stopped learning herself. Sometimes it was necessary to adapt to her student's needs. Tonight, it seemed that Caesar needed reassurance, so she gave it, as best she could.

He was her first pupil, after all. The last thing she wanted was for him to end up believing he was somehow less important to her now that Jojo had joined the ranks.]

I'm doing what I can to buy him more time. If I am hard on you...it is only because I want to see you both survive this. To see you live up to that potential.

We will.

[There's no question in his mind they both will come out the other side of this ordeal, perhaps worse for wear but alive. The Pillar Men will not win and he'll ensure JoJo's lack of experience doesn't get in the way-he won't lose his life on Caesar's watch.]

My family's honor hangs in the balance of this fight and JoJo-

[He's an idiot. A buffoon. A complete moron with no regard for tradition and honor and-]

He'll manage. That scrappy guy always has a sly plan up his sleeve.

He does. [Jojo always seems to do his quickest thinking when he's under pressure, and perhaps that's why she pushes him so hard. To force him to look past the petty bickering and posturing and fight for his life. But Caesar...]

I have never doubted your honor, Caesar. I hope you know that.

I know. You understand my family's burden better than anyone.

[She knew his father and saw firsthand the trials he had gone through to get there to pick up this mantle. Fate dealt the man a tragic hand when he was forced to abandon his family in the dead of night only to lose his life to the beings he spent years gaining the upper hand against.

And she knows what Caesar had done in his youth-how he had come to her a scrappy, hungry kid fresh with grief, anger and a resolve to change things for his family at last.]

Once this is over, my father and grandfather will be able to rest in peace.

[The hamon works through his muscles and-

He shuts his eyes for a beat-lets them flutter closed for the shortest second.]

What will you do, teacher? When this is over?

[She brushes a hair back from his forehead, hamon flowing through her fingertips to convey the affection she so rarely shows. His question dares her to think ahead to a future she's not dared to dream about in years. One in which she might be permitted to see her family in the open again.]

Perhaps I'll take an honest to goodness vacation. Visit my childhood home.

[It's unintentional, but the way she brushes his hair-

Reminds him of being a child. Of his father smoothing down the strands of wild blond hair on his face after playing in the yard. Reminds him of his mother who would sit by his bed and brush his hair like this as she told him tale after tale from memory alone.

It reminds him of why he has to win this fight. For the Zeppeli name that has dwindled to only him and his lost siblings.

He keeps his eyes shut to relish the feeling-to hold that calming sensation he knows won't last. What an odd method of healing this is. He'll have to remember it.]

Your home? You don't speak much of it. Where would that be?

[She can feel him calming, and continues combing her fingers through his hair, letting him linger in the moment for as long as she can. It takes her back, as well; to a simpler time. Before vampires and pillar men and all of this.]

I was born in England. But New York is the place I remember.

[That's interesting. JoJo also has a similar background-odd, how this small world brought them together.

He doesn't think too much of it. England is a large country, New York is a large city and many people hail from there.]

Perhaps Speedwagon can help you with that. He seems familiar with both areas.

Oh, I've no doubt that he could. He's very well connected that way.

[She smiles to herself at what a small world they seem to live in. Despite all the distance she'd traveled in order to complete her training, and to keep her family safe, the path always circles back around. Perhaps it was Fate. Perhaps none of them were meant to fight this battle alone.]

What about you? What will you do when you're no longer tied to JoJo by your teacher's apron strings?

[It's strange, but-

He never thought about it. For all his dreams about crushing these beings under his feet and being free of their influence, the future is-

He doesn't know. Staying in Italy is the only option in his mind and beyond that, it's blank.

It's not as if he has a job lined up. No money to speak of, outside of the funds he pulls from gambling rings in his free time. No family to rely on, outside of his lost siblings he hopes to find once this battle is over and there's no risk of them having to take up the mantle he picked up from his father's grave.

And with anyone else, he would brush off the question. Pull back from the discussion and let his anger speak for him, but not with his teacher. There's a sense of camaraderie he has with her that he shares with no other, which is why she's able to run her fingers against his skull without complaint.]

I don't know. The thought is one I haven't considered in depth. I'll find my siblings and explain our father's sacrifice to them and-

[He's struggling to come up with a plan. This has consumed his whole life for so long, so he doesn't know what to do.]

Find an apartment in Rome to live in.

[She goes on, gently stroking his hair, hardly needing to expend more than a whisper of hamon now that he has grown so comfortable with her touch. The affectionate gesture comes more naturally to her as well. Familial, almost? And for a long moment she just listens as he formulates his thoughts.]

I believe your father would be proud of you. I know I am. And you're always welcome to come back and visit me whenever you like.

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im so sorry this took forever!!! im bobo the fool.

No worries! Life happens. :D

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